Movin'

The end of summer has passed me by and, alas, you'll probably never get to hear about the Curacao vacation. Let me sum it up: family, scuba, sun, sand, salt water... and a little bit of colonialism for good measure. Wonderful.

I returned for a final week of work at Refugee Council USA, goodbyes (again!) to family and friends, and a whole lotta packing. Oh yes, and Justin (my god-brother--is that a real thing?) celebrated his first birthday. [Unfortunately, he wasn't so sure about his present.]

Tomorrow I depart for Boston... also known as Beantown... or City on a Hill (see wiki for an explanation) and the fate of this blog is uncertain. I suspect that I may attract a somewhat smaller audience for posts about feminism in systematic theology than I did for my travelogue. In any case, the adventure will continue...